"...𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈?" \\ Quackbur / TNTDuo

𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

Quackity's POV:

I stepped inside of the cold, dark, damp cell. Immediately shivers run down my spine.

"I assume you're here to torture me again..?" Dream asks with slight distraught in his voice.

"I hope it won't end up like that, but I will do whatever it takes for this" I replied to the prisoner.

Dream looked up at me with confusion.

"Dream. I need you to revive Wilbur again."

Dream just stared. His face had a mix of "What the hell" and "Why the fuck?"

"I- I thought thought you hated that guy? Why would YOU of all people want him back?" Dream said hesitantly.

"Listen here" I said approaching the blonde, bruised and scarred man. "Don't FUCKING ask questions. Just do as you're told. GOT IT?!" I pulled out a pair of shears.

"OKAY OKAY! ILL DO IT!" He screamed, not wanting to be harmed. "But I can't just do it without either a body or a ghost. So you're gonna have to bring Ghostbur back here.."

"Dammit" I say under my breath.

I sighed.

"Fine. I'll be back tomorrow. So be prepared." I say, turning around.

I call Sam to let me out and I exit the prison.

On my way to Las Nevadas, I hear a familiar voice behind me..

Wilbur's POV:

"FUCKING LET ME OUT ALREADY!! I DON'T WANNA BE BACK HERE!!!"
I yelled.

Its no use. There's no getting out until Dream can revive me..

Yet I still try and try.

Scratching at the walls, yelling until my voice was hoarse, walking through the tubeline.

But nothing helps.

I've been here for what feels like about two weeks, maybe more?

I can't see the sun so I'm trying to go off what time it feels like.

It's a bit different here than what I remember though.

There are blue puddles and handprints on the walls.

Drawing in what appears to be blue blood?

Probably from that ghost freak.

I sit down and rest my head against the wall.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

The dream I had wasn't what I could have ever expected.

It was a loooong stream of memories.
A bunch of happy ones, some sad, and some in the middle.

I missed these days. But more specifically I miss one person the most.

Quackity.

Oh my Darling Quackity.

He's one of the only people who made me feel..

Whats the word?

Whole? Complete?

No. Those aren't right...

Real.

He makes me feel real. Like I have a purpose.

I want to see him again.

I need to see him again.

I just really hope I don't have to spend a whole 'nother 13 and a half years in this hell hole.

A/N
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I really like writing this one. It was fun to play around with some of the words and stuff.
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